Just My Opinion

I have rediscovered Disco. And it is OK. I was at a wedding reception (2nd marriage for both) last week. I succumbed to “Staying Alive“, stayed for Patty Summers’ “She works Hard for Her money“, and danced without inhibition. It started with the fanny pack, I think. Wearing it militantly, as a statement: “I’m over 50 and I don’t care what I look like”. Now it’s come to this. If you could see me dance, you’d get a clearer picture of what I mean. When I went to discos as a younger man I was there for the wrong reasons. Today I have one woman in my life, who may wince, but will not leave me for the way I dance. I am free.

It got a bad rap. From me, for years. Even though I went to discos I was there for the wrong reasons. I think Saturday Night Fever was a great film. Recently I was at a week-long retreat, where they played music as night nd there was spontaneous dancing. I succumbed to “Staying Alive”. And danced without inhibition. It started with the fanny pack, I think. Wearing it is an indication that I don’t care what I look like. Now it’s come to this. I “really” don’t care what I look like. If you could see me dance, you’d get a clearer picture of what I mean. Something good about aging.